User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-1607590-20110512193658

''Kleet walks at a slow pace towards her tent with an armload of plants and herbs, looking at anybeast to pass by or otherwise up at the sky. Half mumbles half says aloud in a higher pitched scratchy voice.'' Hm... yes, yes.. hmmmmm wot lovely lil beans you are... sky is unusually green today isn't it? purrs out throatily while stopping to stomp on a plant that had fallen from the bunch in arms. Hm yes... pity... isn't it my precious'...? ''she continues towards her tent